Thanks for visiting my blog. Welcome to the world of me and my Milky Way. For all that are wondering Milky Way is My Pony.
This is just 1 blog of many about my life and my experiences be it good bad evil or whatever...
Look out world "LISA'S ON LINE!!!!
This blog represents, explains and helps me HEAL. This was written for all the little ones and all the weedbenders of my time.LISA SCHEIBNER!!! Has discovered the "INTERNET" Lets Play!!!!
This Photo of Herbert
This was taken near the end of his life, became ever more simple and childlike as he himself lived this Little Way and taught it to us.
About The Evil Dr Herbert Thomas Schwartz
"The Little Flower's Theologian" was a title Herbert gave himself. He saw his role as that of exploring and expounding Therese of Lisieux' "Little Way"
A sick and devious Dr Herbert Thomas Schwartz follow this to the letter in "HIS OWN LITTLE WAY" in a sadistic dictator that destroyed lives and spread his sickness beyond this "Little Way" of Being whipped and beaten, drugged, and bound.
For years i hid in the barn and stayed and was raised by the horses. I trained and groomed and took care of hundreds of horses throughout the years. I saw right through Herbert and his sadistic ways...when others accepted i questioned which made Herbert very angry and cost me many many beatings!!!
sexual abuse is wrong. It cannot be justified. Even if it's Herbert doing it. Controlling weak people through mind control and physical abuse is wrong. It's not the Catholic way. Jesus did not tend to his sheep in this fashion. But as I know, Herbert did not follow Jesus. He followed his own desires even when his desires meant hurting people.
Herbert had his favorites and I was not one of them.
I was at Mount Hope and lived my childhood in the commune (cult) for 7 years. I have blocked many memories which later came back to haunt me in my adult years. I remembered the time when I Herbert started playing the excorsist 8 times and i ran through the brier patches and came home bleeding from head to toe. Then Dr Clair gave me a shot that put me out for 3 days. When i woke up they had tied me up to the desk in the mess hall and put a rosary around my neck with Hebert's teachings in front of me "which i never would read" i was fed bread and water only and no one was allowed to talk to me or they would be whipped until they bled!.
Herbert's deciples (whom I won't mention) carried me to Hebert's room. Herbert hit me in the face, and then again. After ward he ordered the men (his disciples) to pull my pants down and whip me with a belt until i bled while he watched. My mother and father never knew about this because i was not allowed to speak to them...That's how Herbert kept things hush hush...
I also remember a red and green light above his door when the red light was on you wouldn't ever dare to enter...dont know exactly what was going on just then but as i know from others there were sexual abuse going on behind closed doors that wasn't mentioned until his death...
Pat Burn (the spiritual mother in charge of the children) she did not like anyone in the Scheibner family. After she used to smack my ears and face constantly from the beginning until 9 years later. She hit me so hard and so frequently it gave me irreversible damage to my ear drums. My dr said it was caused from blows to my ears. Many years later i heard she was in a car accident and heard that both her hands were cut off...strange how god works....
Photograph of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux in the Carmelite Brown Scapular (1895)
martha said...
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa
Great to hear your voice. Your experiences need to be affirmed, so it is great to hear you. For every one of us who was mistreated ( I think that is 100% of people at Mount Hope) we all need to know we were not the only one. We need to be there for the truth to be known and acknowledged. Glad to be able to hear you !!!!!
Peace,
Martha Jones Koenig
let's play
ReplyDeletehello,my little weedbender's.LET'S PLAY!
ReplyDeleteI have been away for awhile.But like sleeping
beauty,I woke up to such sadness,I have decided
to snap out of this pity party and Party on!
God Bless America and my Nut check!
Rooster 420
DEAR LISA: TODAY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS I JUST TYPED IN MT.HOPE FOUNDATION AS I REMEMBERED ALL THE GOOD TIMES I HAD THERE WITH DR.SCHWARTZ, WELL I AM ABSOLUTELY WEAK FROM READING ABOUT THIS! YOU WOULD NOT REMEMBER ME, I WAS AN OUTSIDE VISITOR WHO WORKED AT THE LOCAL PAPER AND FOUND THE SITUATION SO WARM AND DR.SCHWARTZ SO FATHERLY I JUST WAS BLINDED. HOPE YOU ARE OK NOW, I REMEMBER SO SO MANY NICE PEOPLE I MET THERE, I MISS THEM.WAYNE N. PALMER
ReplyDeleteDear Lisa: I was a temporary visitor in 1974. I left when I saw the children being spanked by their parents on his orders. I wish I had spoken up more forcefully instead of just leaving. I am sorry.
ReplyDeleteDoes anyone know what happened to Ros Smith?
ReplyDeleteShe has an active FaceBook page at https://www.facebook.com/rozedman (Rosalind Smith Edman).
Deletefrom Mary Tim Ratner Baggott
OMG....amazing to fine this site!! My entire family had moved into Mount Hope for about 4 months or so, back in the 70's... I'd say 1972. My mom was half Chinese, my dad was British... they had to live someplace outside the commune in the local town, doing labor jobs to earn money to give to Herbert. My sister and I lived in the girl's dorm and my older brother, whom I never saw, was with the teen boys, and my baby brother, who was barely 2 years old, was sent to live in some nursery. I would see him only once in a while, silently walking in a row with other toddlers. I know that my sister and I were sent to the local school, Minisink. We were teased a lot. We had brought our dogs and a couple goats to the farm but I had kept my pony back home in NJ. I remember helping with the horses and we were all doing all sorts of odd jobs to earn money to buy a rolls royce for Herbert's birthday. There was a large chart outside the kitchen showing how much each of us earned.... my parents finally kidnapped us back out of there when they realized what was going on. What a crazy, mysterious time in our life. I wonder if anyone who was living there remembers us....
ReplyDeleteLisa -- I was there for a short time in 1974. I was thinking of joining the community but I left after I saw children being spanked at dinner when Herbert commanded it and their parents saying nothing. Something was not right at all. I was only 17 but I am glad I had the good sense to leave. I would like to try to find a friend who brought me there. Could you please contact me privately?
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa, I was there at Mont Hope for a couple of summers, I remember that like you I never liked Herbert, any time I had to go in his room, I didn't want to. I had seen a woman named Lupe burn my younger sisters buttock with a match so that she learned not to play with fire. I also saw a boy a little younger than me being hit over and over again because he dared draw his name on the dust of Herberts Jaguar. I don't know if you remember me and my sisters, we were the three Mexican girls that went there for the summer of 74 and 75. My mother wanted to move there, but luckily my father never wanted to even visit and said no! I hope you have healed from what you lived in this community.
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa, I spent the better part of the summer at Mount Hope with my family in 1974. I had a fairly positive experience that summer and was allowed to stay into the fall by my family and began my sophmore year at the local public high school. I was raised in fairly strict Irish Catholic, albeit alcoholic home. My father had been able to stop drinking after visiting Mount Hope about a year prior to that. I was allowed to stay, while the remainder of my family went back home to Philadelphia at the end of the summer. Based on the one condition that I would call home every Wednesday at 6:30 PM. for some reason, I can't remember exactly how or why, Herbert delayed my second weekly call until 9 PM. My father was none to happy and showed up the following weekend and unceramoniously took me back home to Philadelphia. There was little to no discussion about it with me. I didn,t realize how fortuitous that was for me. I don't know if you remember me at all, but I do remember you and how you were seated at and restrained to the desk and/or chair in the entrance hall of the big house. I can remember seeing you covered with small cuts from hesd to toe and being told you'd hurt youself by running wild in a briar patch. I could see your hurt, anger and tears. i asked why you were tied up like that and was told it was to prevent you from hurting yourself any further (until you calmed down and things could be discussed rationally. I wondered why you were not hospitalized, but didn't really know if you should have been. The next time I saw you, you must have been pretending that everything was okay (as many of us learned to do) because you seemed happy as a clam. i am so sorry to confess that I was impressed and thought "they must really know what they're doing here". It seemed an amazing transformation. I've since learned the hard way, that it was really you who were so amazing, as so many of us are. I hope this reaches you and finds you recovering and becoming your best self. I have so many questions and thoughts I'
ReplyDeleted like to talk to you about. Please don't hesitate to contact me. Thanks for your bravery.